If you're not sick and not infected, get to the damn Barracks ASAP. If you see a Zombie? Kill the damn thing. If you can't kill it? Bring it to Rem and Duran, or hell, Me.

[His voice is far more rough and aggressive than usual. Dos is on alert and ready to take down anyone or anything that threatens the barracks safe haven. He's outside the Barracks ( Read more... )

[The audio kicks in to a low growly chuckle. Dos is tired.]

Alright Meatheads, I'm back. You can all stop crying now and mourning my disappearance now.

[A horse is heard in the background.]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[That said, he stops with the message and goes back to his work. Any who pass by the stables will find the master hard at work, checking on ( Read more... )

 [The audio feed kicks into action.]

Oi, you lot. Been busy haven't ya?

Here's the plan. You all stop breaking shit and getting dead or hurt. Just, take a break or something.

[There's a pause and a thud. Sounds like Dos just set down something heavy.]

If you're looking for something to pass the time, there's plenty of work to be done around the place. ( Read more... )

 Ladies and Gents, Bots and Trolls,

Welcome to the Keep and all that other crap I'm meant to say.

[He makes an amused, growling sound.]

You can call me Dos. I'm one of the staff here and I man the stables. The doors are open down here so come say hi and stuff.

[In the background, a horse whinnies, the sound followed closely by the cry of a chocobo.]

We ( Read more... )